Death Apr 28, '06 5:17 AM

there was that time in October

when the sky turned blue again

nascent mist virgin and free

began playing games in my brain



through a smoked glass window

i saw the day bright and clear

brown leaves floating

azure blue sky so clear



a pang sudden and thoughtful

caressed gently my soul

happiness tinged with sorrow

wreathed around the posts of my every goal



it felt like heaven i thought

with jasmine scented airs

marigolds round pillors

magnolia scented hair



here then mocked the turtle

sated feted by endless shoals

we will be the greatest fin

to have ever swum in the fish bowl





eating oysters sipping wine

drinking juices of good times

playing games on a lark

not caring for the coming dark



the sun dipped down

and soon was night

there were unseen shadows

piercing left and right



then came the whisper

out from the void

icy cold freezing

at an insane boil



have a ball it said

have a sprightly blast

but one day , one bright day

I'll come for you at last